Yukiko's Pov

The past few days were just nightmares for me. Mami-chan is constantly chasing after me, often times only the child self of me only pops out once in a while. Am I even getting better? Dr. Lee is lying to me, I'm not getting better I'm being haunted. I'm scared, I haven't touched the piano the past few days, I haven't composed since then.

I've been skipping out on Yoongi, he always asks me why I wasn't there this morning to play. It's always the same answer, I woke up late or my alarm broke, so I didn't wake up. Now I'm running away. I'm running away from Yoongi, I'm running away from music again, and mostly from Namjoon.

I can't stay with Namjoon, if I do Mami-chan would hurt him. Now Mami-chan isn't just going to hurt Namjoon but the boys too. I know she's an illusion, but she haunts me so much I don't know if it's real or my mind is playing with me.

I zoned out in most of my classes, unable to focus. If I lose focus, or bring my guard down Mami-chan would come out. "Yuki, are you ok? You don't look well." Namjoon asked. "Yeah mute girl, you have... dark circles under your eyes. And you seem like you've seen a ghost." Taehyung sat in the seat in front of me.

"Stop calling Yukiko mute girl, she's not a mute she can talk." Yoongi spoke with monotone in his voice. "Fine hmmm Yukiko-chan? Ahh I always wanted to call someone chan. Yukiko-chan! Hehe sounds cute!" Taehyung smiled with his rectangular smile, his eyes disappearing made me smile.

"She smiled! For the first in forever she actually smiled!" Taehyung exclaimed, and Namjoon smiled along. Next class is history, class begin as I jotted down notes. Yuki something whispered in my ears, like the wind is whispering to me. I looked at the windows to check if the windows were open but it wasn't. I gulped my saliva and went back to focusing on Mr. Kim. I missed a couple notes, I glanced down to jot down notes but I wasn't writing notes.

I'm gonna get you, I'm gonna get you, I'm gonna get you was written so many times in my notebook. I freaked out, my body trembled, I don't remember writing this. Mami-chan is gonna get you, Mami-chan is gonna hurt you. Hurt me? She can't hurt me, she's just an illusion get a hold of yourself Yukiko. Focus on Mr. Kim stop, focus!

I buried my head in my hands, feeling the sweat on my forehead. "Yuki, Yuki what's wrong? Are you not feeling well? Should I take you to the nurses office?" Namjoon quickly placed his hands on my back, whispering into my ears. "Nah you're gonna stay here Yuki, because Mami-chan is coming for you." Namjoon whispered back, hearing him smile.

I bit my inner lip, no she's not she's not coming for me. I shook my head eyes shut tightly, I covered my ears to block out any noise I hear. Everything was quiet, I don't hear Mr. Kim talking, Namjoon trying to whisper things, all I heard was my unsteady breathing. Voices in my head whispered violently to me, saying the same things to me. She's coming, she's gonna get you, prepare yourself, you can't run away from us, your father hates you, Mami-chan is near, she's coming to take you, Yuki, Yuki, Yuki!

I couldn't take it anymore, I uncovered my ears and opened my eyes. Mami-chan stood in front of my desk, face leaned in. "I'm here." She grinned devilishly and grabbed my neck with both her hands. I gasped as she tighten her hands around my neck, I tried grabbing her hands to let go.

I stood up from my seat, falling on the floor gasping. "Le-let g-o." I manage to speak, only making Mami-chan to tighten her grasp on my neck. I was suffocating, my vision was slowly getting blurry. I saw Mami-chan's face, a quick blink and it was Namjoon's worried face. He was shouting words I couldn't make of. But I read his lips.

"Yuki stop! Yuki! Someone help call the nurse!" I gasped wanting air. My lack of oxygen is too low, I need air. She was really going to take me. So this is how I'm gonna be? Dead in a class room, dead because Mami-chan who is my illusion is gonna suffocate me to death? I lived a pleasant life.

"Yuki... What happen to your dream? What about music? You can't give that up can you?" A familiar voice was talking to me, it wasn't whispering like the other voices in my head. This voice was loud and clear like thunder. "Think about me Yuki! Did you ever wonder about my feelings? How proud I will still be if you continue playing again? Even if I'm not there to see how well you are doing, I can see from above. You're doing wonderful, you can't always rely on dad, Yuki. It's time you take charge of yourself and show others how well you are with your music. Your mom and I feel the same way. Fight this Yuki, dad is proud of you. Keep doing what you are doing. You got great friends around you, let them help you. Yuki, I'm proud of you." My dad was talking to me.

He's... proud of me? I guess I really did rely on dad so much. I gasped for air coming back to sense, Mami-chan was still on me. What do I do to stop this? This is my battle I have to stop all this. I hated myself because dad couldn't see how well I would be. I need to forgive myself, for punishing myself from music. I shouldn't have punished myself. Pushing music away was like a cut on my arm. I'm sorry mom and dad for hating you. I'm sorry for myself, for punishing myself to run away from music. I was selfifsh, only thinking about what others would think of me.

Mami-chan is just an illusion, she was helping me to get punished. She's not real, "Y-you're not... real Mami-chan. I forgave myself already. Go a-way!" I gasped. Mami-chan's grip on my neck was loosening. She shook head ferociously, "No, I need to take you! No!" She shouted, "Go away, Mami-chan." With that she disappeared, gone and I was free. It felt like a ton of weight lifted up from my chest. I let go of my grasp on my neck breathing and gasping, desperate for air.

"YUKI!" Namjoon quickly hugged me once my hands were free, hugging me close this his chest. Dad was right, I did have friends who were going to be by my side. I can't rely on dad anymore and move on. I need to rely on myself, and forgive myself. Pushing music away was torture. I sobbed into Namjoon's chest, I hugged his waist tightly and sobbed.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here." Namjoon cooed, caressing my head and rocking me back and fourth. I gripped his shirt feeling the warmth from him and sobbed. It's over, it really is over. The nurses rushed in, "can you walk?" They asked, I nodded but I didn't let go of Namjoon's waist. "What's wrong?" Namjoon's sweet voice vibrated as he asked. "Don't let me go." I whispered into his chest, low enough for him to hear only.

He hugged me tighter, "I won't let you go." With that I felt safe, I nodded and we walked to the nurses office.

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TBC!

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